Текст песни Fall Out Boy - Chicago Is So Two Years Ago

My heart is on my sleeve
Wear it like a bruise or blackeye
My badge, my witness
That means that I believed
Every single lie you said

Cause every pain of glass that your pebbles tap
Negates the pains I went through to avoid you
And every little pat on the shoulder for attention
Fails to mention I still hate you

But there's a light on in Shicago
And I know I should be home
All the colours of the street signs
They remind me of the pickup truck
Out in front of your neighbor's house

She took me down and said:
& quot; Boys like you are overrated.
So save your breath. & Quot;
Loaded words and loaded friends
Are loaded guns to our heads

Cause every pain of glass that your pebbles tap
Negates the pains I went through to avoid you
And every little pat on the shoulder for attention
Fails to mention I still hate you

But there's a light on in Shicago
And I know I should be home
All the colours of the street signs
They remind me of the pickup truck
Out in front of your neighbor's house

You want apologies
Girl, you might hold your breath
Until your breathing stops forever, forever
The only thing you'll get
Is this curse on your lips:
I hope they taste of me forever

There's a light on in Shicago
And I know I should be home
All the colours of the street signs
They remind me of the pickup truck
Out in front of your neighbor's

With every breath I wish your body will be broken again

My soul is wide open -
I flaunt my wounds inflicted.
She - my badge, my witness, the
What I believe
Each false phrase that you said ...

The pain from the broken glass that you broke, rushing pebbles
Mutes pain trying to forget you.
A pat on the shoulder to draw attention
Silent about the fact that I still hate you ...

But in the Chicago fires burn,
And I know that I must be at home.
Multi-colored street signs
Reminiscent of the truck,
Standing in front of the house of your neighbor.

She poured me and said:
& quot; Guys like you are too high opinion of himself,
So save words & quot ;.
Loaded word, and drunken friends
How loaded guns at our temples ...

The pain from the broken glass that you broke, rushing pebbles
Mutes pain trying to forget you.
A pat on the shoulder to draw attention
Silent about the fact that I still hate you ...

But in the Chicago fires burn,
And I know that I must be at home.
Multi-colored street signs
Reminiscent of the truck,
Standing in front of the house of your neighbor.

Do you want to apologize, baby?
But you better hold your breath,
While never cease to breathe ...
The only thing that you get,
It's a curse on your lips:
Hopefully, my taste will remain in them forever ...

In Chicago fires burn,
And I know that I must be at home.
Multi-colored street signs
Reminiscent of the truck,
Standing in front of the house ....

Let every breath causes you a new pain ....